Eternal || Elijah Mikaelson

XI - Poisonous

Chapter Eleven

Diego fell asleep soon after I left. I heard his breathing slow down, and his heart did the same. He was finally at peace. He was finally at home again.

I was walking down the stairs of the compound when the front doors swung open. 

"Roseia!" I heard Marcel call my name. Seconds later, he barged through the entrance way, carrying Thierry over his shoulder. Thierry was unconscious... And blood was dripping behind Marcel.

"What happened?!" I questioned as I sped towards them, then turned back to one of the tables. I swept off every dish and glass that was on it. "Lay him down,"

Marcel did so, and he looked terrified. "A warlock stabbed him. I-I didn't know if I should take out the knife or not."

I shook my head. "No, it's good. It's really good."

Thierry was pale, more pale than even a vampire should be. His skin was almost turning grey, a sure sign of a vampire's coming death. 

I stared down at the knife that was implanted just below the right side of his ribcage, staring at the markings. It was a dark object, that's for sure. And that scared the hell out of me. But, I had to take it out. I wasn't sure what was on it. 

I yanked the knife from his body, blood pooling out of the wound almost immediately. That didn't matter at the moment.

I ran my finger down the blade, then put it in my mouth. I hissed, and spit the liquid out almost as soon as I had let it slip past my lips. "Poison," I growled. "That's why he isn't healing."

"Damn it," Marcel hissed, turning and almost seething. He was frustrated... With himself. "I should have taken the knife out."

I shook my head. "Actually, you shouldn't have," I said, as I began to tear off the clothes from Thierry's torso. The clothes were soaked in blood, and I needed to stop the bleeding while I got the poison out of his system. I took off my jacket, and tore off one sleeve.

"You, get me medical tape and gauze from the drug store down the street," I said to one of the many vampires that were watching the three of us from the entrance. "And you, take this," I told another. "Put it in diluded vervain, mix it with water. Fifty percent vervain, fifty percent water. Don't mess it up!" I said, handing him the knife. They both nodded, running off to do the tasks I had given them.

"Can you save him?" Marcel asked, fear laced in his voice.

"I can try," I whispered. "But we don't have a lot of time."

The vampire came back with the gauze and tape, which I promptly placed over Thierry's wound and used the tape to keep it down. The blood almost soaked through the gauze, so I decided that it was time.

"Someone get me a bottle of blood from the cellar," I ordered, then continued to do what I had to.

I grabbed Thierry's wrist, bringing it to my mouth and sinking my fangs into it. His blood pooled into my throat, and I drank it quickly. I drank almost every drop of the liquid that was inside his body, leaving less than half a pint. I pulled away, immediately feeling weak. 

The vampire handed me the blood, and I opened Thierry's mouth, pouring it down and forcing him to drink. His mind took over, and he drank eagerly, getting almost all of his strength back. He let go of the bottle, letting it fall to the floor and smash to pieces. 

I let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding once his heartbeat and breathing went back to normal.

"Rose..." Marcel said, coming up beside me. "What the hell did you just do?"

I sighed softly, using the back of my hand to wipe the blood from my mouth. "I drank his blood, and got rid of the poison."

"You put the poison in yourself?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows. "That's way too dangerous! You could-"

"Marcel, calm down. Up until a few years ago, I was stronger than all of the Original Vampires. I think I can handle a little poison," I muttered. "It'll make me tired, that's all. I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" He asked, biting his lip a little.

I nodded. "I just need sleep, it'll work it's way out of my system eventually."

He sighed. "If you say so..." He muttered. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. You need the rest right now."

I was almost asleep by that point, my legs were wobbly. So Marcel simply swept me up into his arms and carried me to my room.

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When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't deny the stabbing pain that had formed in the back of my head. Luckily, within minutes it had dulled to the point where I could ignore it. 

I opened my eyes again, blinking a little as the sunlight flowed past the curtains and went over my body. The sunlight also showed a person standing at the foot of my bed. It was Thierry.

I frowned at him, sitting up. "Thierry? Is something wrong?"

"Why?" He asked hoarsely.

I sighed. "Thierry, I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"No, you're not. You just sucked out almost every bit of poison from my body, the kind that is lethal to every supernatural on earth! You are not fine!" He shouted, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"Calm down," I said. "You're okay, and so am I. I was just tired, that's all," I said as I went to stand in front of him. 

He stared down at me in complete silence before suddenly pulling me to him, hugging me tightly. "Thank you," He whispered. 

I smiled, hugging him back. "Don't worry about it."

We pulled away, and I heard footsteps outside my door. I turned to see Diego opening the door, looking in and watching us for a few seconds before speaking. "Marcel's going out. He wants us all with him."

I nodded in response, and his eyes lingered on me for a moment, then he turned and walked down the hallway towards the stairs. 

We both left my room, ignoring the fact that I was still dressed in the clothes I had worn yesterday. That, and I had a small amount of blood on them. Good thing it was a black shirt and jacket, no one could see the stains.

"Marcel!" I called out as the three of us went down the steps. He was standing in the middle of the courtyard, and was speaking to a couple other guys before he turned and looked up at us. "What's this all about?"

He sighed. "A lot of shit went down last night, Rose. We need to clear it up with the witches."

I reached the bottom of the stairs, and walked up to him. "What are you going to do?"

He smirked. "I'm gonna go to the cauldron, and you three are comin' with me."

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